in a color-splashed world
what's it like to be the only one who sees
in black and white?

what's it like to be the only one who
has never seen the brilliance of a newly bloomed poppy?

everyone runs by
in flashy colored clothes
which you cannot view

the world goes on spinning
while you have no idea
what you're missing
no idea which is red and which is blue

in a noise filled world
what's it like to be the only one who hears
in a monotone?

what's it like to be the only one who
has never heard the beauty of a wave caressing the shore?

everyone runs by
with catchy words running from their lips
which your ear drums they cannot breach

the world goes on spinning
while you have no idea
what you're missing
no idea of which is high and which is low

I sometimes wonder
if I had to choose
which I would rather lose?

taking no sight
or taking no voice?

I know now
what it would be
loss of hearing seems like a better way to be
a better way for me